katannauk: So this happened last week. I’ve been testing the disposables in different underwear comb
katannauk: So this happened last week. I’ve been testing the disposables in different underwear combinations and this time it was white briefs, under normal opaque tights under the disposable pants, which are pretty much a nappy/diaper. I wore the same jeans as shopping centre day and managed to hold on for three clear days. I’d also taken a few fibre supplements called psyllium husk on days two and three (thank you for all the recommendations) and it does indeed give the movements more traction, reducing their water content while still being soft and easy, and tremendously large. It was a mistake, however, as the evidence shows, to have left out the rolled up tights.I knew I’d have some free time and with nice weather following heavy rain it was a humid day. I’d actually been hoping the rain would persist so I could get a little braver and do a walk somewhere more public, shielding my face with an umbrella if needed. It was preceded by a full days worth of sporadic resisting and I couldn’t hold on for long, just so desperate to go, and a final powerful wave hit me while I was on a fairly public pathway. There was no one close by so I could glue myself to the spot and attempt to ride it but very soon in I was beyond the point of return and I had to uncross my legs. Poops this large feel strange as although they’re coming out the urgency doesn’t really reduce for about ten seconds and I get tired and out of breath if I try to evacuate all in one go. It was soft but not super mushy like sometimes and it wasn’t noisy. With so many waves of resistance before I think I’d passed most of the gassiness. I was nervous about doing it somewhere so obvious but was half way down a long straight path with good views of anyone who might pop up on the radar. I’d also wee’d as much as possible before leaving but still lost control a bit which was absorbed effectively by the always discreet pants. The relief as I filled my underwear was substantial and it felt messy but not terribly so. It felt very warm and I enjoyed the feeling of it spreading when it reached a point of pushing uncontralably. About two thirds in and I braked as I wanted to still have some more to do in order to prolong things. The smell was very noticeable and I could feel that the puffiness of the padded pants along with the poop was bulging out pretty badly.I took the first photo in a nearby woodland and had to hobble into position with my Jeans down which wasn’t a particularly elegant act. There was some minor leakage already contained under the tights and it was already staining the jeans a little. After the picture I pulled my jeans up and tried to push/uade the spill back into the underwear region but it just made the stain a little worse I think.The second picture I posted was about 20 minutes afterwards near some tables and benches. There was enough poop left to cause a fairly urgent wave and it was a little mushier. The problem was that by now I also really needed to wee and the poop and wee needs were confusing, conflicting and combined. It happened in another nearby area of woodland just before I ventured to the picture location. I stopped fighting and pushed the remainder of the poop out quite slowly and then had to lean back on a slanted tree as it was followed by a long wave of wee. I felt slightly more confident than usual, wearing the absorbent padded underwear. But it was a lot of wee, so much that I needed to remain leaning backwards for at least a minute so as much of it could collect in the disposable pants as possible. But the way everything mixed together as I tried to sort of massage things to encourage areas of pure liquid to be absorbed or fuse with the mess to gain enough traction for me to stand upright meant that it was now a very dangerous situation without the rolled up tights and the inevitable happened. Very messy leg leakage on both sides. It even wetted down to the tops of my boots which I hate. This was a very bad way to be in public! There was no effective way out. Too messy. I was the mess capital of England, probably the world at that moment in time. It was so bad that it actually made me laugh. Being like that somewhere really public would have destroyed me but I had the fail safe cardigan to tie around my waist which at least covered the worst bits and would have just revealed the wetness from my knees down. But on one side it was darker and clearly pooped. I could see the car park but had to take a detour as there were a few people walking from it towards me that I didn’t want to get close to. On the detour my timing was bad as I joined a parallel path ahead of a couple. I only glanced at them when I joined the path; maybe early 20’s and too close to me! They saw the wetness and jeans leg staining as I noticed they’d suddenly started talking quietly so I upped my waddle to a canter. It was embarrassing and I don’t know if they’d smelled me. Without the cardigan it would have been totally out of hand. When I turned into the car park there were a few more people to negotiate but I didn’t alter my path and thought just get the hell out of here. Getting in the car was about the messiest time of the incident and it went everywhere. The bin liner I sat on protected the seat somehow but my jeans needed hosing off and pre washing for 20 minutes when I’d returned. Everything else went in a plastic bag for binning. I’ll always keep these jeans. They seem to be made of a magic material that stains always wash out of. They’re now clean enough to wear out! Thanks for reading :) -- source link